She was pretty as hell, though flat-chested.
“You old enough, baby?” he jested.
“It all up to you,
But I don’t want to do
Anything that might get me arrested!”
Category: AO
Adults only
Lowest common denominator
Fish, birds, reptiles have things called cloacas,
To shit, piss and fuck! Any takers?
One all-purpose hole!
Do they think? Have a soul?
Do you think they give thanks to their makers?
TKO
Firm of flesh, strong of will, round of vowel;
No man’s cock would enter her bowel!
She argued at length,
Fought with all of her strength,
But, alas, had to throw in the towel.
At arm’s length
Shocked and awed, still she tried to stay calm.
It lay, heftily, there on her palm.
What to do with it now?
Suck it? Fuck it somehow,
Though as long and as thick as her arm?
Good things in small packages
Being skinny, with small cupcake tits,
Men think fucking might tear her to bits!
Acrobatic and agile,
She isn’t that fragile;
She stretches, and most of it fits!
Saddle-sore
It was rumoured the man was endowed
Like a horse, and she recklessly vowed
To find out if it fitted.
It hurt, she admitted,
But felt, nonetheless, justly proud!
Done
Well, she thought, God, when all’s done and said, it
Was fun, and wherever it led, it
Was well worth the doing,
Just finally screwing!
She’d come too, twice, much to his credit!
One drink too many
While she drunkenly, fitfully slumbered,
By bra nor by panties encumbered,
By bad luck, or fate,
Though she woke up (too late),
She was screwed, not to mention outnumbered!
Rutting season
He was big, he was handsome and strong.
Though she knew that to root him was wrong,
She just knew that she would,
Though she tried to be good,
Poor sweet virgin, alas! (Not for long!)
Modern ethos
She smokes dope, she’s a bit of a boozer,
But not, like, a regular user.
She hangs mostly with guys;
They root sometimes. Surprise!
Just for fun. She’s not some kind of loser!